Two flowers grew in my blue heart; a pink one that carried the art of showing weakness, the love for children, the deep care that lies within well-thought actions, delicacy and complexity and a blue one that carried the impulse to protect others at any cost, companionship, simplicity, fidelity, and strength.
They tried to cage, rip apart, chop off, uproot and burn the pink flower.
To destroy it until it bled and they could drain all the warmth from my sea-colored heart.
But we were never made for lonely colors, and in every blue there is a shade of purple and pink.
So with the strength of a god and the resilience of a saint, the pink flower loomed and raised until it touched the sky stronger than ever, in my heart made of blue-toned gold.